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ANTONY'S SOLILOQUY OVER CÆSAR'S BODY.
O PARDON me, thou bleeding piece of earth!
ANTONY'S FUNERAL ORATION OVER CÆSAR'S BODY,
Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears.
(For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men,) Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the geu'ral coffers fill; Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ? When that the poor bath cried, Cæsar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown; Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ! Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; And sure he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause. What cause withholds
you then to mourn for him? O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.Bear with me.My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Cæsar put it on, "Twas on a summer's evening in his tent, That day he overcame the NerviiLook! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through; See what a rent the envious Casca made.-Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb’d; And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Cæsar follow'd it! As rushing out of doors, to be resolvd, If Brutus so unkindly. knock'd, or no : For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel, Judge, O ye gods ! how dearly Cæsar lov'd him; This, this was the unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Cæsar saw hiin stab,
but behold Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ? look
here! Here is himself, marr’d, as you see, by traitors.
Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
THE QUARREL OF BRUTUS AND CASSIUS.
Cas. That you have wrong'd me, doth appear in this, You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Wherein my letter (praying on his side, Because I knew the man was slighted .of. Bru. You wrong'd yourself
, to write in such a case.
Bru. Yet let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Cas. I an itching palm?
Bri. The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
Cas. Chastisement !
Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember
Cas. Brutus, bay not me,
Bru. Go to; you are not; Cassius.
Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself-
Bru. Away, slight man !
Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Cas. O gods! ye gods! must I endure all this?
Cas. Is it come to this?
Bru. You say, you are a better soldier :
Cas. You wrong me ev'ry way—you wrong me, Brutus ;
better? Bru. If
you did, I care not.
should be sorry for.
I did send to you
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